Americas smoke screen burn hope with dreams
Televise lies and victims screams
Go-create at least they release gray tax
They paid for by you and me, consumer
Run through blurs of hallucinated curves
Patterns swerve while Im perved
Shroom tea heard my fural lute
Put a little commentary common weary
Intersect ideas for beats
Grief smooth shiftin life cycles
Five free thought, approach rifle
Throw my life out the window
Like a square got me feelin so little
Feel like nowhere aint had nothin in a while
Dont really care, got me actin so wild
Turn it up, Im not in the mood to smile
Burn the clutch and go that extra mile
My life style protects me like a child
Prepare to hit the highway and die young
I know exactly where Im from
Where ya from? Im from the high sun
Wont be done till I run out of life but
Couldnt see the light and Im blinded
Was looking for the right way to find it
Til I found it and now Im all excited
Trippin off how it keeps me divided
Aint no way to fight it, I like it so much I love it
Finally found what could be trusted